Da da da--
The low sound of horse hooves echoed in the ancient streets.
The man carrying the candied haws on his head raised his head slightly.
What caught his eye was a unicorn horse about nine feet tall.
Black as ink, white hooves like snow, wings like gold and iron, eyes like glass, he has a transcendent power.
The young man holding the reins is tall and burly, wearing dark gold light armor, with a handsome face and outstanding bearing.
"Brother, let me ask, is this Hanzhong Mansion?" A slightly gentle voice sounded, and the salesman nodded subconsciously.
Chen Xiu gently stroked the one-horned black smoke beast and said with a faint smile: "Eight thousand miles, traveling through mountains and rivers, passed in half a day. You are finally of some use."
The one-horned black smoke beast, which has some understanding of human nature, raised its head slightly, seemingly dissatisfied.
"Brother, where is the hotel near here?" Chen Xiu asked with a smile.
The salesman spoke very carefully: "Go to the end of this ancient street and you will find Qiuhe Temple. It used to be the courtyard of the Taoist temple, and later it was converted into an inn. On ordinary occasions, the old men who come to Sichuan are all there. While resting."
"Thank you, this is a reward for you." Chen Xiu raised his hand gently, and a little golden light flashed.
The salesman looked a little unbelievable, bit it lightly, and was suddenly surprised and delighted: "Really, it's real gold!!"
His eyes fell on that rather dashing figure.
This should be the eldest man who entered Sichuan and Sichuan, right?
He suddenly thought of something, was startled, and shouted repeatedly: "Master, please stay!"
Chen Xiu looked back slightly when he heard the voice, with some confusion in his eyes: "Why are you looking for me?"
"Sir, I'm a stupid person. I wonder why you came to my land in Shu? Is it because of the unsolved case of the Hanzhong prefect, or the matter of the Qiao family's house god?" The salesman's words were a little lower, and seemed quite serious. To be careful: "If this is really the reason, then you should be careful. These two cases both involve ghosts and gods, which is great."
spirits?
Chen Xiu's eyes moved slightly.
Salesmen are ordinary people among the people, and their thoughts are relatively simple, and they are easily misled.
He stepped down lightly and said softly: "Brother, can you follow me to Qiuhe Courtyard? I have some doubts in my mind, and I hope to clarify."
.......
Qiuheyuan.
The salesman seemed quite reserved.
This was the first time in his life that he came to such a luxurious place.
"What's going on with the unsolved case of the Hanzhong prefect that you mentioned?" Chen Xiu held his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The salesman carefully closed the door and said softly: "This is a major event in our Hanzhong City. Seven days ago, the prefect of Hanzhong died suddenly in the mansion. The death was so tragic! The eminent monks of Wenshu Temple and the Taoist priests of Tianmu Temple, It is said that they were harmed by ghosts and gods."
There was a hint of horror in his eyes: "It is said that the master did not believe in the so-called ghosts and gods and wanted to investigate. As a result, he fainted on the riverside by the city the next day, missing an arm and a leg. .Suddenly, no one dared to investigate anymore, and it became an unsolved case."
Hehehe——
Chen Xiu showed a bit of ridicule.
It's full of flaws and extremely ridiculous, and I'm afraid it can only scare ordinary people.
What if the murderer is the so-called eminent Taoist priest?
Or, there are unscrupulous people who take action against the imperial officials, relying on the words of monks and Taoists, and pretending to be entrusted to ghosts and gods.
etc--
Chen Xiu suddenly remembered.
He seemed to have heard Mo Zongshu mention that Zhu Can, the King of Nanyang, had bribed officials in Shu and even made friends with Buddhists and Taoists.
Now, Zhu Can fell under his own thunder knife and his soul was gone.
The title of "King of Nanyang" is probably going to belong to Ye Aotian.
This so-called thing about ghosts and gods seems to be just common folk customs.
But if you use small things to make things bigger, and intimidate and shout in vain, then you will completely burn this fire to the Buddhism and Taoism here.
Or, you can use the topic to directly rectify the huge official family in central Sichuan.
Weakening Ye Aotian's power is just a trivial matter.
What's more important is that he can clearly see the power structure here so that he can take action.
There was a hint of calculation in Chen Xiu's eyes.
The layout is ready to begin.
He chuckled lightly, with a faint and cold smile on his face, and said slowly: "Then what you mentioned about the Qiao family should be caused by ghosts and gods disturbing them, making them uneasy day and night, right?"
The salesman's mouth opened slightly as he held the meat in his mouth: "Sir, sir, do you know about this?"
"No, I guessed it." Chen Xiu's eyes looked quite deep and he said slowly: "Let me guess again. The Qiao family's house god should be a very powerful ghost and god. Ordinary mages and charlatan warlocks cannot It can be eliminated. Only practitioners like the Wenshu Monastery and Tianmu Palace you mentioned can barely suppress it. Right?"
The salesman's eyes were full of astonishment, and he said slowly: "Master, you are really amazing! How do you know this? It must be your first time to our Hanzhong Mansion!"
Chen Xiu snorted lightly.
Sure enough, this kind of despicable method is used to bully ordinary people.
He said quietly: "Tell me, where is the prefect's Yamen?"
The salesman was slightly startled.
Is it really because of this?
He whispered: "Go straight north along Qiuhe Temple, and when you see the stone lion, it is the prefect's Yamen."
Chen Xiu nodded slightly.
Stepping out of Qiuhe Temple, he jumped straight up and pulled the reins slightly.
The one-horned black smoke beast let out a soft cry, its four hooves flying, raising a cloud of dust.
Prefect's Yamen.
In the midst of the silence, heavy footsteps sounded.
The nearly mutilated master looked at the tall figure, a little panicked: "Who are you?"
"I am an official of the imperial court and passed by here. Coincidentally, I am very interested in the cases here, so I came here uninvited." Chen Xiu said leisurely.
His eyes fell on the master and he said softly: "Pull up your sleeves."
The master's face turned red and he looked a little sullen. He said in a cold voice: "Sir, even if you are an official of the divine capital, you don't have to mock me like this, right?"
"What are you talking about? I just want to test my abilities." Chen Xiu said quietly.
The master was stunned for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves, revealing a hideous severed wound.
Chen Xiu gently raised his hand, and there was a little purple gold blood dripping from his fingertips.
Holy and sublime!
The moment the wound hit him, the master felt his whole body burning, as if there was surging heat flowing through his body.
Stab——
There was severe pain and itching, and blood overflowed.
The master looked at the cutoff in shock.
The skin, meridians, and bones there seemed to come alive.
Intertwined with each other, a complete arm formed in between breaths!
"This, this..." The master was so excited that he felt at a loss.
Chen Xiu nodded slightly.
The natal magical power - the return of all dharma to the Yinglong body!
It has the characteristics of immortality and restoration.
Now it seems that it is more powerful than I imagined.
"I'll heal your legs too. Then, you can walk for me." Chen Xiu lay down on the main seat of the magistrate's office and gently raised his legs.
There was a bit of playful ruthlessness in his eyes: "For me, notify all the aristocratic families in Hanzhong Mansion, as well as the Buddhist and Taoist sects."
"Tell them to gather here at Shenshi today."
"If you don't come, you will be killed without mercy!"
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